With Chen Zikun's current status, he naturally would not use a gun to threaten the small rice shop owner. He just wondered why the rice price rose so quickly, so he did not bring his followers and came to the door of the rice shop with Liu Ting.

The rice shop is doing well, and there are long queues at the door, all of which are worn-out poor people. Chen Zikun is interested in understanding the people's conditions and follows behind. After a while, the rice shop owner shouted: "Dear neighbors, today's rice is sold out, please early tomorrow."

The customers complained and went back with their empty rice bags. The rice shop’s staff started to come to the door panel. Chen Zikun walked over and asked, “Why did it be collected so early.”

He was dressed decently and tall, and the boss didn't dare to neglect it. He smiled and said, "This gentleman bought rice, sorry, I'm sold it all."

Chen Zikun pointed to the macaque in the shop: "Aren't that all rice?"

The boss said: "Those don't sell."

Chen Zikun said: "You are hoarding goods and you are found to be in jail."

The boss saw the car and bodyguard not far away, and knew that the master was not easy to fool, so he complained: "The small shop is small and profitable, but the price is rising too fast. I don't know what the market will be tomorrow. I'm afraid of discounting the money, so I dare not sell it."

Chen Zikun said: "Don't worry, I won't report you. I just want to buy a hundred kilograms of millet."

The boss looked around, confirmed the safety and lowered his voice and said, "Forget it, I will sell you a hundred kilograms." Then he quoted a price, and Liu Ting exclaimed, "Why is the price rising again?"

"This elder sister is not saying this. It's not that I have raised the price, but that the price of the fiat currency has dropped again. I can't blame me. If you buy it with oceans or US dollars, not only will the rice price not rise, but I dare to give you discounts. Oh, if the money is not used as money these days, it's waste paper. No matter how fast I rise, it's not as fast as the banknotes."

Chen Zikun said: "I didn't bring so much money, so I'll write an IOU and ask someone to pay it back."

Seeing that he was very stylish, the boss said politely, "Then go eat, what money should I give you?" But he took a pen and paper with one hand. Seeing that Chen Zikun had written the IOU, he took it over and saw that he was shocked by the signature: "Oh, I'm blind, I didn't recognize you as your old man. I deserve to be filial to you."

Chen Zikun said: "You don't have to be polite, it's natural to buy things and pay for money."

In this way, he put a hundred kilograms of millet in a car and drove to the home of Shao Qiuming, the president of Jiangdong University. The Chinese medicine doctor was treating the old man. After a long time, he came out. He shook his head and sighed and wrote the prescription. Principal Shao's son was called Shao Lin and asked in a low voice: "Doctor, how is my father's condition?"

Traditional Chinese medicine says: "Ling Zun's liver has rocks, and he is powerless to do anything. He can only prescribe a few prescriptions to slowly recuperate. If the patient is in a good mood, he can live for a few more months."

Chen Zikun said: "What is the rock?"

Shao Lin said: "It is a malignant tumor, which Western medicine calls cancer. The Western medicine doctor from the Provincial Hospital has already arrived the day before yesterday, and he said there is no way, so he hired a Chinese medicine doctor to come and see it."

The family was so sad that the female family secretly shed tears. Ah Huang, the servant who served Shao Qiuming, came out and said, "The old man asked General Chen to go in and talk, and the idle people should not follow up."

So Chen Zikun entered the ward alone. He cheered up and laughed cheerfully and said with a hearty laugh: "Principal Shao, what's wrong with you? You're just a minor illness. I'm still waiting for you to preside over the opening ceremony together."

Shao Qiuming sat up with support. He lost a lot of weight and waved his hand to sit down: "General, please sit down. I haven't had much time to go, so I can't speak up if I don't say anything."

Chen Zikun said: "But it doesn't matter, I keep it in mind."

Shao Qiuming said: "I joined the Tongmenghui back then, so energetic and fierce. I was determined to break the old world and build a new China. But I didn't expect that the Kuomintang would fall so quickly. Today's rulers are not as good as those of the Qing Dynasty. Alas, after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, it was a great opportunity to establish a democratic coalition regime. They were delayed by them, the people were lost, the economy collapsed, General Chen, the energy was exhausted, and the energy was exhausted."

The old man was heartbroken and coughed, and even coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Chen Zikun wanted to call someone, but Shao Qiuming waved his hand to stop him: "No, I have another sentence, the general needs to think carefully."

"Speaking."

"From the current situation, the government cannot maintain it for a few years, and Jiangdong is alone, I hope that when the People's Liberation Army comes, the general will be able to understand the current affairs and not drag the 30 million elders of Jiangdong into the war. The old man thanked the general on behalf of the people." As he said that, he was about to get out of bed and kneel down. Chen Zikun hurriedly pressed him on the bed: "Mr. Shao is not just about this. Chen remembers that if the troops really come to the city, they will never fight as bloody as they resist the Japanese invaders."

Shao Qiuming breathed a sigh of relief, his face calmed down a lot, and he murmured: "That's good, that's good."

Chen Zikun said: "I heard that the old man participated in a declaration of boycotting American flour. I deeply admire it. However, people are iron rice and steel. It is not okay to not eat it. Besides, you are sick. I brought 100 kilograms of millet produced in Jiangbei. You can drink some porridge."

Shao Qiuming smiled indifferently and said, "With my family's foundation, I can't afford to buy food. But I know that I don't have much time to go, and I want to show my ambitions by dying and protesting the United States' support for Japan. I also ask the general to fulfill my little wish."

Chen Zikun pondered for a moment and said, "Well, just follow Mr.

...

After coming out of Shao Qiuming's house, Chen Zikun was in a heavy mood. What the old professor said was very reasonable. The Kuomintang had been exhausted and could not last for a few years. However, the centipede worm died without being stiff. The Kuomintang occupied the prosperous land in Jiangnan and had millions of soldiers. It was possible to control the rivers without being able to do so. How can Jiangdong Province stay out of the matter and avoid the war is the major thing that he must consider.

Back at the official residence, Chen Zikun immediately summoned military and political officials to discuss countermeasures. When Chen Bei saw his father return, he came over and said stutteringly: "Father, there is something..."

"I'll say it after thinking about it." Chen Zikun said.

"That's right. A friend's wife was arrested by the Beitai police station. They asked me to see if I could ask you for a warrant and let the person go."

Chen Zikun was furious: "You have also learned to interfere in the judiciary. Do you think the world of Jiangdong belongs to your father? Do you think your father can pardon criminals with just one word? It's ridiculous."

Chen Beinuo kept saying a lot and lowered his head and retreated.

Xia Xiaoqing just happened to go downstairs and asked when she saw this. Chen Zikun said, "Look at the good son you taught." He left with his sleeves.

Xia Xiaoqing raised her eyebrows and wanted to get angry but she still held back and asked her son: "What's going on."

Chen Beidao: "Yang Shu and his wife injured the police and were arrested by the police station for being a spy. I have seen that woman. She is a rural village girl, not a ** at all."

Xia Xiaoqing said: "Your intention is good, but your father is in a bad mood these days. I will wait a few more days and I will tell you."

Chen Beidao: "That's too late. Now, when it comes to Communist spies, they are handled quickly and shot directly. If Ma Chunhua is sentenced to death, how can I explain to Yang Shu?"

Xia Xiaoqing said: "There is nothing to do. Your father is selfless. If you dare to use his name, you must shoot you."

Chen Bei said anxiously: "I'm going to be sentenced today. I can't see Ma Chunhua die."

Xia Xiaoqing said: "There is a way. The high-level route cannot be used. Let's go to the bottom route. Your uncle saved some gold bars from me. Now he can only use it first. You bring one hundred taels of gold to Beitai Tongrong, find a way to change the prince with a raccoon and rescue the person."

Chen Beidao: "It's great, I'll fly over now."

...

After Ma Chunhua was arrested and entered the police station, she suffered a lot. She tasted all the tiger bench, pepper whip, dipped in salt water, but for the female guerrillas who had been injured many times, these were nothing. She didn't spit until she was beaten to death, and she refused to admit that she was **.

Seeing her as a rural shrew, the detective team speculated that even the ** was an outsider and could not get in touch with high-level secrets, so they sent her to the detention center to wait for the verdict. Ma Chunhua couldn't tell the difference between the detention center and the prison. She thought she had just been in prison like this, and was very proud. As a revolutionary, if she had not been in prison by the Kuomintang reactionaries, it would be a small flaw in her life experience.

The detention center environment is harsh and gloomy, with straw on the ground, and there are bullies in the female prison. However, in front of Ma Chunhua, all kinds of prison bullies are like scumbags, and they are beaten by Ma Chunhua in less than a day.

During the quelling rebellion, the court's judgment was also handled quickly. Ma Chunhua was handcuffed and shackled, and was taken to the First Court of Beitai with several criminals and economic criminals. In the chaotic court, the spectators kowtowed melon seeds and smoked cigarettes. The judge wore robes and whispered on it. A judge knocked on the table: "The court is quiet."

First, a woman who murdered her husband was sentenced to death. The woman immediately collapsed into mud, shouted to the sky and the earth, and was dragged down by the bailiff. Then a profitable businessman who hoarded food was also sentenced to death. The profitable businessman was in a mess and cried in tears.

Finally it was Ma Chunhua's turn. She stood in the dock, gently stroked her hair, and a contemptuous smile on the corner of her mouth. The prosecutor reckoned the crime. Ma Chunhua's main crime was to obstruct the police from performing official duties, and to use a rolling pin to beat a detective member to a cerebral hemorrhage. She has been lying in the hospital.

"Sent to death and execute immediately." After the judge announced the verdict, the gavel knocked: "Next."

Ma Chunhua did not fall into slumber or cry. She was even a little excited. Death on the execution ground was the best destination for the revolutionaries. She began to consider what slogans to shout at the last moment, whether to live long live the Kuomintang reactionaries or to defeat the Kuomintang.

A prison car took seven death row prisoners to the Jiangtan execution ground. Seven long dirt pits had been dug on the ground, and iron shovels were inserted aside. Several migrant workers squatted aside with their hands smoking, waiting to bury people.

The death row prisoners were taken down. The autumn wind was bleak and the river was turbid. The prisoners knelt in front of the earth pit, and each of them put a black cloth bag on their heads. Ma Chunhua refused to kneel down and refused to take the lead. The police did not force her and let her stand in front of the pit.

"Preparation." The captain of the bailiff raised one hand, the firing squad pulled the bolt and lifted the rifle.

Ma Chunhua cleared her throat and was about to shout slogans when the gunshots rang.

The death row prisoners splashed blood on their backs and immediately rushed into the pit. The feces and urine flowed out from under their trousers, mixed with the blood. Ma Chunhua closed her eyes and waited for her shot, but she didn't wait for a long time.

A bearded bailiff untied Ma Chunhua's tie rope and said, "You can go west along the river and you can go to Nantai, you can go."

Ma Chunhua was excited. It must be the organization that rescued her.

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